We
went to the pub to have a beer. As I opened the door, we saw a thug riled at
the barkeep, insisting on rum for his companion, a nun. Rexes, a tsar from
Texas, lay down on the lawn and said “Wow!” If I was sane, I would have left
right then.
The Jedi showed off judo moves and taught me the Art of Qi. My Qi was
engaged and I felt as centered as 12 AM. The oak shaded the Mod, while he lit a
roach; he gave the eye and said, “I’d offer you a tip. You’re Fine.” “Fa,” I
replied; I didn’t give a flip what he thought as I walked across the lawn. The
chef cooked beans on the stove and encouraged us to graze on Total cereal. The
Mod picking lices from his pubic area was drole.
PS: Thanks to B. for the great Scrabble Game.
